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Racheal Pelter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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The Longest Day of the Year

Shortlisted for Contest #285 ⭐️

 The freckles on my shoulders were prominent, and the sunburn on his nose had started to peel over. It was a warm evening in June on the longest day of the year, and it felt like it would never end. The birds chirped as the sun poured down on a tiny playground we inhabited. On the outside, we had been kissed by summer just as we had been for the last 12 years. In truth, we’d spent the better half of the day at the courthouse across the street giving it all up. As we sat on the swing set, it was impossible not to feel the oldest I ever h...

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The Moments We Find In Between

Submitted to Contest #192

Ellie was tiptoeing around Ryan as he finished up what seemed like an important conversation. She figured it was his work, it wasn’t unlike them to bug him on the weekends, especially when it most certainly could wait until Monday. It didn’t bother her, he knew when he should and shouldn’t answer, plus it was sexy to hear him talk like a businessman. She was far behind him in terms of getting ready, which she took to as having no right to dictate how he spent his time. She had gotten dressed but still had to finish her hair, and it was ...

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Dear Lauren

Submitted to Contest #152

Dear Lauren,  I’m writing this because I’m not sure how to say these things aloud – I never have before. I trust you in a way that I never have another person, and I’m sorry that I kept all of this to myself for so long. Or maybe I should be sorry I’m saying anything at all. I’m sorry that I got sick and didn’t have enough time to give all of myself to you. This is the best I can do and I’m sorry for that as well.  One morning, I was sitting on the toilet, pants on the floor, elbows on my knees. He sat on the bathtub rim and ...

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I’ll Be Here When You Want to Talk

Submitted to Contest #147

This huge branch fell on my porch last night, it was crazy. I hadn’t even noticed until my landlord texted us asking if the red sedan out front was ours–it wasn’t. That made me feel like I don’t notice things, all of the other colossal things that have come crashing down. Calling it a branch is downplaying it, it was massive. It could have been its own tree if things had worked out differently for it. Men were in front of our house all day chopping it into pieces, turning it into something they could manage. Our tree has a huge hole in it no...

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A Thousand Pieces and One Big One

Submitted to Contest #143

Beth woke up all at once. The kind of waking up that ruins an entire day. The kind of instant unknown that makes a person forget why they once loved dreaming so much. It’s so sudden, how the thought of going back to sleep for just another hour because visions of elementary school felt so comforting, becomes an incomprehensible memory. What was so great about elementary school? Trying to think of all the things that could turn this day around, she considered going to the grocery store or cleaning the house. Maybe write a letter to herself, ...

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The Difference of Love

Submitted to Contest #124

“Jesus Jess just what does it fucking say?” Jessica inhaled and let a sigh slip. She wanted him to feel the air. “I’m not sure, hold on,” she said. “I just don't understand what is hard about it, Never Eat Soggy Wheaties–they still taught you that right?” How inspired. “Yes, Will” this was annoying. In her head, she thought, actually, no. I’m not 60 years old. I have never had Wheaties and I have never used anything but my phone to direct me somewhere. And also don’t fucking swear at me, but she didn’t say that. She’s not sure when she ...

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